The thoughts are mangling
I'm losing the ability to think straight
I fear this is the end of me
The loss of coherency
As days get longer and shorter with no reason or rhyme
I'm running out of time
My mind can no longer comprehend
I have reached the final line
There's no more time
YOU ARE READING
This Is It Isn't It
PoesiaThings I should have said when I had the chance. A assortment of different types of poetry and things.
